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lady_phenyxTitle: A Sticky Situation
Author: Lady Phenyx
Genre: PWP
Pairing: USUK
Rating: R
Warnings: Sex. Lots of Sex. Plus bondage.
Summary: Kink meme de-anon. Prompt was America hasn't seen England in weeks. So he flies to London and tracks him down, finding him at Buckingham Palace/Number 10/some parliament building. England is stressed and irritable and refuses to give him time of day. So America gets a roll of sticky/masking tape and binds him with it, and then proceeds to ravish him senseless.
Chapter One
England planted his feet on the floor and shoved, sending his chair flying backward into the wall. He glowered at America and took a deep breath before speaking.
“America, I have to work. Just what do you think you’re doing?” he said slowly, spacing each word out as if talking to a rather slow child. America hesitated, then considered. England said he wanted untied and to get back to work, but…he was flushed, and the grip he had on the chair arms was likely going to leave dents. In England-speak, that meant “I’m saying no because I have to do my duty, but I want to say yes, so get over here,” which was different from “I’m saying no because I have to do my duty, but once I’m done I’m shagging you into next week,” which was always fun (work frustration = dominant, aggressive England = sexy fun times), and was similar to but different from the dreaded “I’m saying no and I mean no”. America was rather proud for being able to read the three, really.
Moving with the speed he usually only employs when there’s an emergency – like cleaning before a surprise boss visit – America slammed his hands against the wall on either side of England, boxing him in.
“I…I don’t know what you’re planning, but I don’t like it!” England declared, flushing and deliberately not looking at America, ignoring the part of his body that declared it did indeed like it.
America grinned and swooped in to lick a drop of sweat off England’s neck. England tried unsuccessfully to bite back a moan.
“Oh, trust me, you will,” he almost purred, “You remember your safe word, Iggy?”
England bit his lip and looked away again, but gave a shaky nod as America pulled back to study his partner. England was flushed, breathing just a little hard, and America bit his lip as he tried to figure out what to do next. Well, he wanted England tense and worked up, but fun worked up not stress worked up, and he wanted him to relax eventually, so…
America cupped England’s face in his hands gently, burying his face in England’s hair and inhaling deeply. He felt England’s face flush harder as he sprinkled kisses over it. Pausing, he let his breath wash over England’s eyebrow before his mouth closed over it.
England keened, the wanton sound filling the office as America ran his tongue over the sensitive brow, teasing and sucking until England was incoherent. America pulled back and licked his lips, deciding he needed to do that when England was tied up more often, since he couldn’t retaliate by teasing Nantucket like he usually did when America went for his brows. Unable to resist, he took another taste before taking mercy on the shuddering nation under him.
He could only stare at first– England had no idea just how sexy he looked when he was slumped in the chair like that, breathing hard and flushing a bright red.
On his part, England wasn’t sure to be ecstatic he admitted to America how sensitive his brows were or hate the fact. Right now, his mind had hazed over and it was hard to think of anything through the fog of pleasure. He tugged on the tape again, feeling a little thrill as it held firmly in place.
“Okays then Iggy, naked time!” America chirped, face lighting up with eagerness. Feeling a tug on his tie, he leaned back in the chair, looking at America through hooded eyes as the other pulled his tie off, tossing it in the general direction of the coat rack.
Still obviously concentrating, America unbuttoned England’s shirt, tongue sticking out slightly as he undid the first button.
“Button One. Ohh, look, I found skin!” America laughed, pressing a kiss to the hollow of England’s neck, smirking as England jerked and sucked in a big gasp of air. “Button Two! Oooh, look, more skin,” he commented, kissing again as the vee widened with each opened button. He kept up his commentary as he numbered off each button down England’s shirt, licking a trail down the vee of exposed skin, relishing England’s gasp and quick jerk when he did.
America stood to press another kiss to England’s mouth once he’d undone the shirt, jerking back in surprise at the sharp nip. He pressed a hand to his sore lower lip and bit back a laugh as England licked his own, green eyes as smug as a cat’s. He’d forgotten that England wasn’t passive – you could play with the kitty, but had to watch out when he got excited. Smirking himself, he reached for the tape.
America fumbled behind himself for the tape, not quite sure where he’d left it. He turned away from England to look – there, he’d left it on the desk – and nearly toppled onto England as he slid down enough in his chair to kick up a leg and wrap it around America’s waist, yanking him close and throwing America off balance.
He caught himself on the wall and looked down at England, who smirked.
“Unless you’re going to put that mouth to good use, lad, you’d best close it.”
America’s mouth snapped closed. Damn, he’d forgotten just how flexible England could be.
“You’re bendy for an old man,” America quipped, then winced as a heel dug into his kidney.
England tilted his head back and raised an eloquent eyebrow.
“Were you planning something, America?” Oh god, England’s “If you’ve got it, bring it” voice, the one that lead to good times. America sucked in a breath and felt himself go hard, but smirked and let his voice slide into his Southwest accent, the one he knew England liked but would never admit to.
“Well there darlin’, I was thinkin’ you were in need of a good ravishing,” he drawled. England tilted his head to the side, looking up at America out of the corner of his eye.
“Oh really?” England taunted, arching his back to press against the obviously-enjoying-it America. “Doesn’t seem like you’re off to a very good start on that.”
America choked and narrowed his eyes. Oh, two could play this game – and he wasn’t the one taped to a chair.
“I’m just gettin’ started, darlin’.” America nipped at the cord of England’s neck, feeling him shiver all the way down to his toes. “I’m gonna ravish you until you can’t move.”
Flushed hard, eyes narrowed and dark and so very green, England smirked and tossed out his challenge. “Prove it.”
America laughed and pulled England’s leg from around his waist, forcing him to lower it with his superior strength. He knelt down between England’s spread legs, keeping them in place with a hand on each thigh effortlessly as England tried to close them.
He tried to undo England’s pants with his teeth, the way England had his (only once, but that had been a GOOD night), and scowled at the button when it wouldn’t cooperate. America felt England holding back laughter (well, at least he wasn’t openly laughing) and mouthed England through his trousers.
That stopped the laughter as England gasped softly. America rubbed his cheek on England’s thigh and grinned as he undid England’s trousers.
“I’m gonna make you scream my name, Iggy,” America promised. England choked out a laugh.
“You can’t make me,” he declared, which they both knew was bratty sub England for “Make me”. America didn’t bother hiding his glee as his unzipped England’s trousers. Oh, this was going to be fun.
Suddenly remembering England’s shoes – he couldn’t take England’s pants off with those in the way – America slid his hand down England’s leg, laying a kiss on one clothed ankle before tugging off the dress shoe and tossing it behind him, not caring where it landed.
America pulled up England’s leg, resting England’s ankle on his shoulder as his hands skimmed up under the trouser leg to expose sock and garters. He nosed at the strap before licking the small patch of skin between sock and garter, holding back the teasing that sprang to mind when he saw them. He risked a glance at England’s face, noting the redness and teeth biting into lip, and grinned.
The sock garter gave him a moment of trouble but as soon as it gave it went the way of the shoe. His fingers curled around the top of the sock as he drew it down England’s leg, grinning and nipping at England’s ankle, making the older nation yelp.
Switching back to his earlier teasing mood, America kissed England’s foot, licking along his littlest toe, dragging his tongue along where toes and foot met, sucking the largest into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before sucking hard and letting it go with a soft pop.
America squeezed the slender foot and lowered it to the floor as England groaned raggedly, reaching for England’s other leg.
England glared down at him, though the effect was slightly ruined by the bright flush and ragged breathing.
“For the love of…get on with it! I swear…if you keep going…at this snail’s pace…I won’t be res…responsible for what…I do to you …when I…ah!…when I get loose!” England threatened, statement interrupted by gasps as America teased his way through removing the other sock, back arching as America rubbed his cheek against his thigh, so close to where he wanted him yet so far.
A thrill went down America’s spine at the thickened desire in England’s voice, and he debated. His own erection, trapped in trousers and pants, made its vote perfectly clear. Time to stop teasing.
Author: Lady Phenyx
Genre: PWP
Pairing: USUK
Rating: R
Warnings: Sex. Lots of Sex. Plus bondage.
Summary: Kink meme de-anon. Prompt was America hasn't seen England in weeks. So he flies to London and tracks him down, finding him at Buckingham Palace/Number 10/some parliament building. England is stressed and irritable and refuses to give him time of day. So America gets a roll of sticky/masking tape and binds him with it, and then proceeds to ravish him senseless.
Chapter One
England planted his feet on the floor and shoved, sending his chair flying backward into the wall. He glowered at America and took a deep breath before speaking.
“America, I have to work. Just what do you think you’re doing?” he said slowly, spacing each word out as if talking to a rather slow child. America hesitated, then considered. England said he wanted untied and to get back to work, but…he was flushed, and the grip he had on the chair arms was likely going to leave dents. In England-speak, that meant “I’m saying no because I have to do my duty, but I want to say yes, so get over here,” which was different from “I’m saying no because I have to do my duty, but once I’m done I’m shagging you into next week,” which was always fun (work frustration = dominant, aggressive England = sexy fun times), and was similar to but different from the dreaded “I’m saying no and I mean no”. America was rather proud for being able to read the three, really.
Moving with the speed he usually only employs when there’s an emergency – like cleaning before a surprise boss visit – America slammed his hands against the wall on either side of England, boxing him in.
“I…I don’t know what you’re planning, but I don’t like it!” England declared, flushing and deliberately not looking at America, ignoring the part of his body that declared it did indeed like it.
America grinned and swooped in to lick a drop of sweat off England’s neck. England tried unsuccessfully to bite back a moan.
“Oh, trust me, you will,” he almost purred, “You remember your safe word, Iggy?”
England bit his lip and looked away again, but gave a shaky nod as America pulled back to study his partner. England was flushed, breathing just a little hard, and America bit his lip as he tried to figure out what to do next. Well, he wanted England tense and worked up, but fun worked up not stress worked up, and he wanted him to relax eventually, so…
America cupped England’s face in his hands gently, burying his face in England’s hair and inhaling deeply. He felt England’s face flush harder as he sprinkled kisses over it. Pausing, he let his breath wash over England’s eyebrow before his mouth closed over it.
England keened, the wanton sound filling the office as America ran his tongue over the sensitive brow, teasing and sucking until England was incoherent. America pulled back and licked his lips, deciding he needed to do that when England was tied up more often, since he couldn’t retaliate by teasing Nantucket like he usually did when America went for his brows. Unable to resist, he took another taste before taking mercy on the shuddering nation under him.
He could only stare at first– England had no idea just how sexy he looked when he was slumped in the chair like that, breathing hard and flushing a bright red.
On his part, England wasn’t sure to be ecstatic he admitted to America how sensitive his brows were or hate the fact. Right now, his mind had hazed over and it was hard to think of anything through the fog of pleasure. He tugged on the tape again, feeling a little thrill as it held firmly in place.
“Okays then Iggy, naked time!” America chirped, face lighting up with eagerness. Feeling a tug on his tie, he leaned back in the chair, looking at America through hooded eyes as the other pulled his tie off, tossing it in the general direction of the coat rack.
Still obviously concentrating, America unbuttoned England’s shirt, tongue sticking out slightly as he undid the first button.
“Button One. Ohh, look, I found skin!” America laughed, pressing a kiss to the hollow of England’s neck, smirking as England jerked and sucked in a big gasp of air. “Button Two! Oooh, look, more skin,” he commented, kissing again as the vee widened with each opened button. He kept up his commentary as he numbered off each button down England’s shirt, licking a trail down the vee of exposed skin, relishing England’s gasp and quick jerk when he did.
America stood to press another kiss to England’s mouth once he’d undone the shirt, jerking back in surprise at the sharp nip. He pressed a hand to his sore lower lip and bit back a laugh as England licked his own, green eyes as smug as a cat’s. He’d forgotten that England wasn’t passive – you could play with the kitty, but had to watch out when he got excited. Smirking himself, he reached for the tape.
America fumbled behind himself for the tape, not quite sure where he’d left it. He turned away from England to look – there, he’d left it on the desk – and nearly toppled onto England as he slid down enough in his chair to kick up a leg and wrap it around America’s waist, yanking him close and throwing America off balance.
He caught himself on the wall and looked down at England, who smirked.
“Unless you’re going to put that mouth to good use, lad, you’d best close it.”
America’s mouth snapped closed. Damn, he’d forgotten just how flexible England could be.
“You’re bendy for an old man,” America quipped, then winced as a heel dug into his kidney.
England tilted his head back and raised an eloquent eyebrow.
“Were you planning something, America?” Oh god, England’s “If you’ve got it, bring it” voice, the one that lead to good times. America sucked in a breath and felt himself go hard, but smirked and let his voice slide into his Southwest accent, the one he knew England liked but would never admit to.
“Well there darlin’, I was thinkin’ you were in need of a good ravishing,” he drawled. England tilted his head to the side, looking up at America out of the corner of his eye.
“Oh really?” England taunted, arching his back to press against the obviously-enjoying-it America. “Doesn’t seem like you’re off to a very good start on that.”
America choked and narrowed his eyes. Oh, two could play this game – and he wasn’t the one taped to a chair.
“I’m just gettin’ started, darlin’.” America nipped at the cord of England’s neck, feeling him shiver all the way down to his toes. “I’m gonna ravish you until you can’t move.”
Flushed hard, eyes narrowed and dark and so very green, England smirked and tossed out his challenge. “Prove it.”
America laughed and pulled England’s leg from around his waist, forcing him to lower it with his superior strength. He knelt down between England’s spread legs, keeping them in place with a hand on each thigh effortlessly as England tried to close them.
He tried to undo England’s pants with his teeth, the way England had his (only once, but that had been a GOOD night), and scowled at the button when it wouldn’t cooperate. America felt England holding back laughter (well, at least he wasn’t openly laughing) and mouthed England through his trousers.
That stopped the laughter as England gasped softly. America rubbed his cheek on England’s thigh and grinned as he undid England’s trousers.
“I’m gonna make you scream my name, Iggy,” America promised. England choked out a laugh.
“You can’t make me,” he declared, which they both knew was bratty sub England for “Make me”. America didn’t bother hiding his glee as his unzipped England’s trousers. Oh, this was going to be fun.
Suddenly remembering England’s shoes – he couldn’t take England’s pants off with those in the way – America slid his hand down England’s leg, laying a kiss on one clothed ankle before tugging off the dress shoe and tossing it behind him, not caring where it landed.
America pulled up England’s leg, resting England’s ankle on his shoulder as his hands skimmed up under the trouser leg to expose sock and garters. He nosed at the strap before licking the small patch of skin between sock and garter, holding back the teasing that sprang to mind when he saw them. He risked a glance at England’s face, noting the redness and teeth biting into lip, and grinned.
The sock garter gave him a moment of trouble but as soon as it gave it went the way of the shoe. His fingers curled around the top of the sock as he drew it down England’s leg, grinning and nipping at England’s ankle, making the older nation yelp.
Switching back to his earlier teasing mood, America kissed England’s foot, licking along his littlest toe, dragging his tongue along where toes and foot met, sucking the largest into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before sucking hard and letting it go with a soft pop.
America squeezed the slender foot and lowered it to the floor as England groaned raggedly, reaching for England’s other leg.
England glared down at him, though the effect was slightly ruined by the bright flush and ragged breathing.
“For the love of…get on with it! I swear…if you keep going…at this snail’s pace…I won’t be res…responsible for what…I do to you …when I…ah!…when I get loose!” England threatened, statement interrupted by gasps as America teased his way through removing the other sock, back arching as America rubbed his cheek against his thigh, so close to where he wanted him yet so far.
A thrill went down America’s spine at the thickened desire in England’s voice, and he debated. His own erection, trapped in trousers and pants, made its vote perfectly clear. Time to stop teasing.
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Date: 2012-01-12 08:45 pm (UTC)I love those moments when America interprets what England really wants to say. It's a lot of fun.^^
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Date: 2012-01-13 04:59 am (UTC)The second is good, i'd love to see the third soon
ps: I still think a little more teasing will awesome